Having leapt back momentarily before Nikang struck, Maynette snickered wrathfully before immediately streaking forward again to follow up, too lost in a battle rage to be daunted by the sword knight's evident brawn and dubious magic. Certain of her speed and mobility advantage as the knight swiped with his shield, the Sacaen woman guided it past her on its leftward path with a battering strike from her right axe, then rolled with her rightward momentum into a sharp spin on the spot, stepping just inside the knight's guard as she whirled and planted her left foot.
Her left arm and axe coiled around her chest as she turned, May threw mass, momentum, and muscle alike into her left arm as she lashed upward and outward in an vicious, arcing, skyward slash aimed for the knight's armpit exposed as he struck at Nikang—May wanted to rend the Lycian's arm from its socket outright if she could. Moving perhaps too fast for even her own good, she even attempted to bring the axe in her still-extended right arm down through the inside of knight's sword-arm's elbow in an overhead chop; however, the sudden burst of magic and arrowfire forced her to disengage and hurl herself backwards before the result of either of her strikes registered in her vision.
"...Annoying bastard. Wait for your turn," an aweless Maynette growled, sobering as she slowly stood upright and sized up both the newly appeared squad of soldiers and the shiny-looking, pompous dope apparently in charge. Somewhat back to her senses after the distraction of the ranged attack moments ago, the warrior returned to thinking as a leader, quickly took stock of the party's changed situation... and found it wanting. Simply put, May and her comrades were outnumbered, and much sooner than she herself had expected. She hadn't counted on the lot of these Lycians being such milksops about each other in the midst of combat. Her eyes darted once to her right, then to her left, narrowed and searching as she calculated.
This is why I hate leading. Can never just fight.
"...Tsk. Nikang! Smitty!" the woman's voice suddenly rang out, uncharacteristically loud for her normal speech, "To me, now. All else, hold ground. Maintain position." Considering that the enemy was very much in the party's collective face at the moment, it would not have done to say "Keep the walking walls of steel between you and the archers and magic!" aloud. That would have to do until their situation changed, which, if Smitty and Nikang did their jobs well, would be rather soon in May's estimation. So long as no one hesitated.
"Clear the way," Maynette stated matter-of-factly to the two named axemen as she stared down the sword knight before her, giving only a faint nod towards the wooden wall of the building just to her left—the very same one whose roof was but a bonfire at this point. Or a funeral pyre, given what the woman was planning and how fast or slow her comrades worked.
Her left arm and axe coiled around her chest as she turned, May threw mass, momentum, and muscle alike into her left arm as she lashed upward and outward in an vicious, arcing, skyward slash aimed for the knight's armpit exposed as he struck at Nikang—May wanted to rend the Lycian's arm from its socket outright if she could. Moving perhaps too fast for even her own good, she even attempted to bring the axe in her still-extended right arm down through the inside of knight's sword-arm's elbow in an overhead chop; however, the sudden burst of magic and arrowfire forced her to disengage and hurl herself backwards before the result of either of her strikes registered in her vision.
"...Annoying bastard. Wait for your turn," an aweless Maynette growled, sobering as she slowly stood upright and sized up both the newly appeared squad of soldiers and the shiny-looking, pompous dope apparently in charge. Somewhat back to her senses after the distraction of the ranged attack moments ago, the warrior returned to thinking as a leader, quickly took stock of the party's changed situation... and found it wanting. Simply put, May and her comrades were outnumbered, and much sooner than she herself had expected. She hadn't counted on the lot of these Lycians being such milksops about each other in the midst of combat. Her eyes darted once to her right, then to her left, narrowed and searching as she calculated.
This is why I hate leading. Can never just fight.
"...Tsk. Nikang! Smitty!" the woman's voice suddenly rang out, uncharacteristically loud for her normal speech, "To me, now. All else, hold ground. Maintain position." Considering that the enemy was very much in the party's collective face at the moment, it would not have done to say "Keep the walking walls of steel between you and the archers and magic!" aloud. That would have to do until their situation changed, which, if Smitty and Nikang did their jobs well, would be rather soon in May's estimation. So long as no one hesitated.
"Clear the way," Maynette stated matter-of-factly to the two named axemen as she stared down the sword knight before her, giving only a faint nod towards the wooden wall of the building just to her left—the very same one whose roof was but a bonfire at this point. Or a funeral pyre, given what the woman was planning and how fast or slow her comrades worked.